Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2015 04:48:51 +0000
From: John Marshall
Subject: Jason Turns Ten Chapter four
This story does NOT directly continue the saga which began with "The
Working Boys,"continued with "Ecstasy Island," followed by "Ecstasy
Renewed," "EcstasyInc," "The Pharm Boys," and "Erotic Isle: the Endless
Orgasm." However, like my other stories, it is unorthodox but quite
seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "The Working boys," "Ecstasy
Island," and "Ecstasy Renewed" (all found under Bisexual Adult/Youth), as
well as "EcstasyInc," and "The Pharm Boys" and "Erotic Isle: the Endless
Orgasm." (found under Gay Adult/Youth), this one is also written in third
person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue
to carry the story along and intense character development. This story
picks up ten years after Jackin' Jack Cox with many of the characters from
that story reappearing as adults as well as several new juvenile
characters. The sexual encounters are primarily gay but in a few instances,
bisexual.
Once more, this story is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue
written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as
described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave
now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave
now.
Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start
strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own
blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the characters in the
book. This one averages about one or two orgasms per chapter. For that
reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more
than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard,
throbbing cock.
Note: All drugs mentioned are fictitious.
If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. I
answer all e-mails.
JASON TURNS TEN
CHAPTER FOUR
"This is REALLY nice," Jan Dix commented as he joined Jack on the rear
balcony, cantilevered out over the beach. "Much nicer than I expected."
"I designed it," Jack told him. "Intended to fit
our...relaxed...lifestyle. I hope you're not having second thoughts in
seeing how we live."
"Oh...no...not at all," Jan commented readily.
"You gay?" Jack cut to the chase.
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," Jan replied softly. "Your...father-in-law
would have seen to that."
"Mmmm..." Jack hummed in agreement. "I think it's only fair to warn you, my
wife...isn't."
"Isn't your wife?" Jan looked at him in surprise as the two of them leaned
their arms on the balcony railing.
"Isn't gay," Jack corrected. "I suppose you noticed how she looked at you."
Jan shrugged. "All women look at me that way."
"Yes, well, I...I can see why?" Jack looked him up and down approvingly.
"You gay?" Jan asked in return.
"Bi...VERY bi...my wife is..." Jack began.
"Horny as hell?" Jan guessed.
"Hornier," Jack joked. "You'll be bunking in with Destry. They're two of a
kind. It may take a few days but...I'll be gone...expect her to make a
serious pass at you before I get back next weekend."
"I see..." Jan nodded seriously.
"How you...respond...is...up to you," Jack told him, choosing his words
carefully.
"Am I reading you right?" Jan reacted. "You're giving me permission
to...fuck your wife?"
"You clean?" Jack asked.
"Clean?"
"Any diseases?" Jack clarified.
"Ohhhhh...uhh...no, not so far as I know," Jan laughed in embarassment at
the surprise querry. "Doc checked me out himself."
"Then yes," Jack told him. "Unless I miss my guess, She's gonna eat you
alive."
"Thanks for the warning," Jan laughed again, trying to handle the
awkwardness of their private male conversation.
"How thoroughly did Doc...check you out?" Jack questioned.
Jan paused silently for a long moment. "Okay...I think you should know," he
sighed. "I'm not walking into this...blindfolded. I don't think you
remember me, but I remember YOU."
"Remember me?" Jack questioned in surprise.
"Back in California...I was one of Doc's donors." Jan delivered the
bombshell of the day. "I was twelve...when Doc first...checked me out."
"Hmph...I'd be lying if I said I remembered you...there were so many," Jack
recalled. "Were you one of the kids at Des's birthday pool party?"
Jan shook his head. "No, I came a little later...but I heard a lot about
it--Doc's Duralon field test..."
"Really," Jack smiled knowingly.
"Really," Jan repeated, then took from the pocket of his shorts a tiny pill
container. "He gave me a few to..."
Jack burst out laughing. "Well, hang on to'em, you may fuckin'
NEED'em...between Des and my wife."
"What about the boys?" Jan asked as Jack's laughter suddenly faded.
"What about them? Jack looked askance at the exceedingly beautiful young
male specimen.
"I'm gay. You think I didn't notice the looks your...Jason, right...Jason
gave me back there when we landed?"
"Is he gay?" Jack guessed the young tutor's question. "Hell, I don't
know...he's only ten...too young to...I will tell you this, however. As of
last night, not just Jason but...BOTH boys are sexually active."
"Even the nine-year-old...uhhh...Jet?" Jan reacted in genuine surprise.
"He masturbates...maybe that's as far as either of them have
gone...no...that's not true, Jason and Des have... How you guys put it
these days? Hooked up?"
Jan couldn't help smiling. "Well, usually not with reference to pre-teen
boys but..."
"No...I suppose not," Jack admitted. "But be forewarned...you ARE going to
have to deal with sexual issues as to both...hell...all FOUR boys...I'm
sure the Davis boys have come to enjoy their naked young boy-bodies by
now."
"Speaking of which...what are they like?" Jan questioned.
"What are they like...?" Jack pondered the question for a
moment. "Cute...sexy...Pete's thirteen...Skete's eleven. They're
polite...personable...typical boys that age I suppose. Their father sees to
that...Drew Davis...I'll call him, have him bring the boys over for dinner
tonight, so you can...meet and greet."
"And their father?" Jan questioned.
"Drew? Nice guy...straight...god, straight as hell," Jack advised. "He's
protective too...try not to stare lustfully at his sons when he's around."
"Mmmm...I'll make a note," Jan nodded, smiling.
"I really don't know the two boys very well...Jason could tell you in an
instant but..." Jack guessed Jan's next question.
"I'll turn on the gaydar," Jan joked.
"The what?" Jack looked at him strangely.
"You know...what we call...gay radar...it's a gift..." Jan smiled wryly.
"Never heard it called that," Jack admitted.
"I'll mention all this to Reed," Jan stood up straight from where he and
Jack had been leaning on the rail.
"I must say, he was a rather unexpected bonus," Jack admitted.
"Reed? Don't worry about him," Jan tried to set Jack's mind at ease. "He's
no babe in the woods."
"He certainly is a...babe..." Jack stood back to face Jan. "You and he...?"
"We've shared some...brotherly love...on occassions," Jan confessed. "He
likes girls better, though I think."
"Mmmm...what's he gonna do when an older woman goes for his cock?" Jack
asked point blank.
Jan shrugged. "Fuck her?" He guessed.
"She will," Jack predicted.
"And he will." Jan replied tersely.
"What about the boys? He like boys his own age?" Jack asked.
"You know...I...I really DON'T know. He's never been...faced with two
boys...such temptations as your two before," Jan refused to commit himself.
"Interesting," Jack contemplated, picturing in his mind Reed and Jason both
naked and hard.
"If you like, I'll lay down the law," Jan suggested. "Hands off the toy
boys..."
Jack shook his head thoughtfully. "Let the boys work it out for
themselves. When adults interfere..." his words trailed off as they headed
back inside.
"There you are!" Dr. Mathison's voice boomed from across the dining
area. "It's getting late, we need to be hitting the road...errr...the
skies...as it were."
"Yes, I suppose," Jack seemed a bit sad at having to leave. It was going to
be an interesting evening at the Cox beach house, over dinner. "Susan, you
wanna call Drew and invite him over, so he and the boys can meet their new
tutor?"
"Sure," Susan readily agreed. Then, looking about at the others, "This
should be..."
"Interesting...yes, wish I could stay and watch," Jack read his wife's
mind.
"Our Mr. Davis going to be a problem?" Doc questioned as he picked up
Jack's carry-on bag.
"Nothing I can't handle," Susan reassured her father, hugging, then kissing
him warmly. "Next weekend?"
"Maybe Friday night if your husband can tear himself from his books?" Doc
suggested. "Jan, you all squared away? Jack fill you in on...what
to...expect?"
"I think so," Jan replied, trying to sound more confident than he was.
"Can we go with you back to the strip and watch you take off?" Jet pleaded
with his grandfather, hugging him tightly around the waist.
"MAY you go with him?" Jan corrected the boy's grammar.
"Neither one," Doc decreed. "You two boys stay here and don't give...MISTER
Dix...a hard time, y'hear?"
"I think he's already hard?" Jet eyed his new tutor's crotch.
"JET!!!" Susan cried in horror.
"See what you got to deal with?" Jack winked at Jan as he and his
father-in-law headed for the front door.
"If you'd put on some more clothes you little horny toad, maybe I would be
able to..." Jan told the nine-year-old straight up.
Susan laughed out loud cutting him off. She no longer had any misgivings as
to whether Jan could handle her boys. "You heard him, Jet, go find a shirt,
and quit being obscene."
"Maybe I better do the same," Jason excused himself. Then, suddenly, he
changed course and ran out to follow his dad.
"And pants too," Jan called after him.
"I'm gonna...miss you...I love you," Jason told his father as he nakedly
hugged him then kissed him hard on the lips. Between them, Jason's young
boy-cock was once more hard as a rock.
"I'll miss you too, son," Jack replied, breaking their kiss. "Goodbye," he
added, unsure any further words might be more than he could take. He
watched over his shoulder, seeing his slender, nubile, young son waving
goodbye from the snow white front deck.
"What was that all about?" Doc asked his son-in-law gently as they left in
the golf cart.
"Nothing, just...saying goodbye," Jack dismissed the question.
"Don't lie to me, Jack Cox," Doc shot back knowlingly. "You two have become
sexual, right?"
Jack nodded. "Just last night," he added.
"His idea or yours?" Doc questioned a bit sharply.
"Ours...a little of both, I guess," Jack
admitted. "Nothing...serious...I...masturbated him, that's all."
"That's serious," Doc insisted. "His first orgasm, right?"
Once more Jack nodded, not trusting his voice.
"Susan's gonna have a...situation...on her hands this week, unless I miss
my guess," Doc noted intuitively.
"Maybe I should stay and..." Jack began.
"Maybe you should trust your wife a little more," Doc countered. "Susan
knows how to handle...ALL of them."
"That's what has me worried," Jack tried to laugh but didn't do very well
at it.
"Jan won't bother her," Doc told him confidently.
"It's not HIM I'm worried about," Jack argued.
"He knows about Susan. I've known him since he was twelve or thirteen. I
briefed him before I hired him," Doc tried to reassure Jack.
"And I briefed him just a few minutes ago, but Susan..." Jack worried.
"Then that's all either of us can do," Doc tried to ease his son-in-law's
mind as they pulled up at the hangar. Drew Davis was there topping off the
fuel tank.
"Did you brief his stud-muffin little brother too?" Jack asked sharply.
"DREW! Nice to see you again," Doc greeted his caretaker warmly. "You get
her all checked out for the hop back?"
"Fuel, oil, water, tires, electrical, hydraulics, fresh veggies in the
fridge, cabaret on ice..." Drew ticked off the checklist. "Even washed the
windshield."
"Oh, by the way...Susan asked me to invite you and the boys over for dinner
tonight." Jack told the strikingly handsome thirty-three-year-old
caretaker. "We just dropped off the kids' new tutor and she wants you to
meet him...get to know the boys...all that shit."
"We'll be there, Mr. Cox..."
"Jack..." Jack insisted as he shook the man's hand and then hugged him
warmly. "You keep an eye on everything now, y'hear?"
"Jack...you got it," Drew corrected himself, though he felt uncomfortable
calling his employer by his first name, not to mention unexpectedly having
such close physical contact.
"JACK!" Dr. Mathison called from the plane. "We've got a front to beat,
rmemember?"
"Right...see ya," Jack waved as he hurried toward the plane, trying to
avoid the worst of the prop wash.
"You two make quite a lovely couple," Doc teased as Jack climbed into the
seat next to him. "Damn, he's goodlooking."
Jack closed the door as Doc expertly spun the plane around toward the open
runway.
"Fasten up, this may be a bumpy ride," Doc told him.
"Just friends...he's straight," Jack reassured his father-in-law pilot
regarding Drew.
"Watch me now, you're my co-pilot," Doc teased as they sped off, heading
for the partly cloudy skies, knowing Jack wasn't overly fond of flying,
much less piloting such an aircraft.
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When Drew Davis returned to the caretaker's cottage his boys were nowhere
to be found. He headed for the beach. He knew every inch of he island like
the back of his hand. He didn't have to guess where they had gone or, for
that matter, what they were up to. A few minutes and a few hundred yards
later, tracks in the sand confirmed his suspicions. The tide was coming in,
erasing most of the tell-tale foot prints, but it wasn't hard to figure out
the boys had been headed for the grotto. The water had covered all but the
upper three feet of the arched entranced. Drew doffed his clothes, placing
them on a tall boulder then waded naked into the surf, swimming underwater
into the he boys' "secret" cave. Silently, he came up for air some hundred
feet from the sandy waterline. Despite the coolness of the water, Drew's
cock got hard. The boys lay naked together atop two or three air
mattresses, side by side, their rigid young boy-cocks meshing between
them. They were kissing feverishly, too wrapped up in their own naked
sexual pleasure to notice their father's head barely bobbing above the
water. He watched for several moments, wondering if his two sons were about
to take their lovemaking to a higher level. They didn't, and from all
appearances, looked as though they weren't about to. His feet touched
bottom. He moved toward them, like Neptune himself rising from the sea in
all his lean, hard, muscular, naked glory.
"You two enjoying yourselves?"
"HOOOoo my goddddd," Pete gasped, sitting up in fearful horror.
"DAD!" Skete wailed at being caught redhanded, naked, and rock hard by
their domineering father.
"You two cum yet or am I interupting something?" Drew asked imperiouslsy as
he strode ashore, towered over them, feet firmly planted, his eight-inch
man-cock soaring upward and outward from its nest of dark pubic hair and
his slender, powerful groin.
"Dad...we were just..." Pete began, his voice under stress, cracking with
puberty.
"Yes, I can see what you were...JUST doing," Drew noted, his voice firm but
mild.
Pete was aghast with embarrassment but more than anything else, he was
stunned by what he saw in the dim, bluish light filtering through the
incoming tide. He'd never before seen his dad naked and hard like this. His
mind went blank. His dad was HUGE.
"I didn't separate you two the other night just to have you go running off
down here to...to queer one another," Drew told them, fists on both hips,
his voice rising slightly.
"We ain't queer," Skete sat up, objecting to his father's verdict.
"Looked pretty damned fuckin' queer to me," Drew insisted. "Look at you,
you're both still rock hard."
"What you gonna do?" Pete asked fearfully.
"I'm gonna GROUND you BOTH," Drew reacted as his own father would have, and
HAD more than a few times when he was their age.
Pete restrained a smirk. Skete didn't. "Ground us? Ground us from WHAT?
We're here by ourselves on this...this desert island. You gonna lock us up
inside while you're gone, so we can..."
"That's enough!" Drew snapped. He wasn't angry, though he might have been,
except that he, himself, saw the humor in his instinctive snap
judgment. "Tell me, what have you two been doing," Drew asked as he knelt
facing them on one of the air mattresses for an earnest father-and-sons
talk. "How far has this...sex thing gone between you two?"
Pete and Skete each looked at each other, dumb with dismay at their
father's new tack.
"You suck each other...fuck...just how gay ARE you?" Drew didn't mince
words.
"We just jack off a little," Pete admitted. "That's all...none of
that...OTHER stuff."
"Honest, dad, we just..." Skete joined in, confirming his brother's words.
"Mmmmm..." Drew nodded, unsure if he believed a word of it, but having no
choice but to give the boys the benefit of the doubt. "I suppose I
shouldn't be surprised, bringing two boys your age here...isolating two
boys your age...no girls, no social contacts with anyone but...the ...the
sex maniacs down the beach. You and them do stuff like this together?"
"No," Pete lied.
"Sorta," Skete admitted simultaneously, the two boys then staring at one
another in perplexed dismay.
"No, sorta, or sorta no," Drew suppressed a knowing grinned, though not
completely.
"We jack around," Pete admitted after a moment.
"No fuckin' or suckin' or nothin'" Skete insisted.
This time Drew tended to believe the boys. "Where's your clothes?"
"Here," Skete held up their tiny black Speedos.
"Get'em on," Drew ordered. "We'd better get outta here before we
all...drown. The tide's coming in."
"Right," Pete agreed hopping to his feet, relieved that their confrontation
was coming to an end and seeing in the distance the now-tiny entry hole
they'd have to swim through.
"My god, what's all this...STUFF, you two...sitting up HOUSEKEEPING down
here or something?" Drew noticed for the first time in the looming
darkness.
"It's okay, we keep it above high tide," Pete told his dad as he and his
brother squirmed into their immodest swimwear then stowed the air
mattresses into a crevice in the rocks.
"I don't know why you bother, looks like you've both long since
outgrown...dammit, Pete, doesn't that thing of yours ever go down?" Drew
observed his older son for the first time in a new, sexual light. Pete was
having trouble tucking away his still-hard boy-cock.
"Where's YOUR clothes?" Skete wanted to know, still barely able to pry his
eyes from his fathers impressive manhood.
"Outside," Drew told him stiffly, looking down, seeing that his own cock
wasn't cooperating any better than Pete's at the moment. "Come on, you
two," he ordered as he waded back into the water, then dove forward
establishing a strong stroke in heading for what was left of the cave's
high-tide entrance.
"Next time we come here," Skete told his brother as they waded in,
following their dad. "We better lock the door."